How much time had passed already? He was still as confused as the first day since you had proposed to him. It was normal to feel affection for your teacher, but declaring your love repeatedly, like you did, was another story.

He couldn't remember how many times you had declared yourself. Once a day? Every time he had to teach in your classroom? Your insistence was disconcerting. Were you really okay or was there something else behind your persistence?

Each encounter was a mixture of tension and surprise. He was constantly torn between professionalism and a growing curiosity to understand your motives. What drove you to be so stubborn in your love? The situation became more intriguing with each statement, leaving him wondering how far you were willing to go to prove your feelings.

It was a new day, Friday to be exact, and he stood in front of his last class of the day - your classroom. He felt palpable nervousness, a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

The bell rang, signaling the end of classes. Students hurried to put away their things and left with their friends. "Have a good weekend, guys," he said, though most didn't bother to respond.

He let out a small sigh when he saw that, once again, as in previous days, you were the only one remaining in the classroom. You seemed as nervous as ever. "Tell me, do you have any questions about the class?" he asked, hoping and praying that it was just an academic matter and not another confession of love.